Hunter
I sigh as I wait for my flight and recap everything that just happened.
"I don't feel like I'm good enough...I feel like my body looks wrong or bad a-a-and-" He wraps his arms around himself.
I touch his cheek and he lets himself sob and cry as I pull him to my chest. "Jasper...you are perfect the way I see you..." I whisper. "I love you for you, you don't need to change for me."
He quiets down and I rub his back.
"Shh..." I coo as he starts up again. "You're okay..."
I groan and get up as I walk outside and hail a taxi. I give him directions and next thing I know, I'm sitting on Jasper's porch with my head in my hands. I don't move when the front door opens, but doesn't shut.
"Hunter?"
I turn and look up to see Dylan.
"What happened to going home?"
"I..." I sigh and shake my head.
"I'll go get Jay, okay?"
I nod as he disappears inside. I stand up and put down my luggage as Jasper appears, still waking up.
"Hun...ter?" He looks up at me. "Hunter!" He runs into my arms and I hug his small body. "Wh-wh-"
I run my hand through his hair. "None of that right now." I look at his face and kiss his forehead. "I'll stay in a hotel, okay?"
"No way." He clings onto me tighter.
"Hey, Jazz?"
He looks up.
"Let's call my mom and ask if we can move here."
"Don't be crazy."
"What's to a new country than a new city?"
"Hunter, you can't just-"
"Jasper, I'm kidding...but we're calling to ask if I can move here."
"Hunter!"
I don't say anything.
"You can't just move here, that's crazy!"
"Hey. Lower your voice." I pinch his cheek.
He whines and buries his face into my chest.
"Cutie."
"Hunter?"
"What?"
"Let's go home together once I buy my ticket, okay?"
"Stop joking around..."
"Just for the summer."
"Jazz-"
"Please..."
"I don't know, baby...maybe..."
I sigh as I lay in bed with Jazz's head on my chest, fast asleep since Dylan did wake him up at two in the morning. I really would move here with him and I know he would move back home with me if he could...but it so sudden... "Hey, Jasper...what do you think of marrying me?" I mumble to myself.
He suddenly sits up and looks at me with wide eyes. "What?"
I sit up. "You were awake?"
He smiles. "Yes and I think I like the idea."
"Idea of what?"
"Saying I do."
